Izzie stood in her kitchen, peering out of the window watching her driveway. She was expectantly waiting to see headlights appear among the trees. Jake was late.
He was meant to be there by now.
Where was he and why was she so anxious?
Izzie jolted awake, gasping as she sat upright. Her heart was beating wildly and she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. What the hell just happened?
Cassius set the plate down in front of her before sliding into the chair across from her, his steely eyes not once leaving her. He was watching her with quiet curiosity as she finally looked down at her breakfast.Honestly, it looked delicious.She noticed immediately that everything was cut up already for her so tha
A long silence stretched between the pair as Izzie tried to work out what planet Cassius was on to suggest such a thing. Give her some of his blood?To drink?
Loud.Everything was suddenly so loud. The thunk, thunk of the water hitting the bottom of the basin as it dripped from the tap was almost deafening and the chatter of the refrigerator was triple its usual volume. There was a low hum all around her as if she could hear the electricity within the walls. Hell, she eve
The next week was one of the weirdest of Izzie's life. Her heightened senses had disappeared the morning after she had acquired them and her shoulder healed in precisely four days. Cassius had even been there to help her carefully remove the sling just in case. She had full movement back in her arm and if anything it felt a little stronger than it had before. The first shower she had had been absolute bliss and the ability to actually put on her clothes was something she wouldn't take for granted ever again.
“Good morning," the voice drifted through into Izzie's room, rousing her from what had been a comfortable sleep. Izzie grumbled and turned over, burying her face into her pillow. "Izzie?" Jake called as she heard his footfalls approaching her bedroom door.
This was wrong.All wrong.Perhaps she had given him the wrong signals.Perhaps he'd ta
"So she said, 'over my dead body,' and I said, 'Oh, my dear, that can be arranged,'" Renee chortled.The usual obnoxiously snooty laughter graced the dinner table, becoming a competition of volume and pomposity as it always did. As if they hadn't heard this story a million times and counting.